Musings on Romantic Gestures

He gave me a single, short-stemmed rose today:

a plastic one—but a rose all the same.

The fabric petals were discolored red;

frayed at the corners, with several loose threads.

The plastic green stem was crooked and old;

the dusty, veined leaves resembled mold.

It was a pitiful sight—obviously cheap:

something you could easily buy at the street.

But being the poet that I am,

and being the poet that he is,

I was hoping for a poetic explanation for this.

Perchance something along the lines of:

“When this withers, so will my love.”

But instead, all he said (which cannot be ignored)

was, “Darling, forgive me. This is all I could afford.”

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on How You Affect My Tastebuds

You are the
chili
   chocolate
        ice
           cream
I tasted at Gelatissimo
three days ago:
sweet
   rich
      creamy
at first bite
(was it love at first sight?)

but
  surprisingly
      lethal
all the rest of the way
(i don't think I'll ever be okay.)

You packed a punch with a
tangle
   of
      flavors
(each one I savored.)

And knocked the breath
right
   out
      of
         me
(right. out. of. me.)

leaving me wishing
that I hadn't tasted it in
the
   first
      place
(but by then I was a lost case.)

and also wishing
that I could taste it
for
   the
      first
         time
all over again
(and again, and again.)

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on How You Affect My Breathing

You are the emergency inhaler
I keep with me at all times
to remind me that even though
my lungs suck at being lungs,
and even when the air fails me,
you are always, always there
to breathe life back into me.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on Moving On

Nine months ago
I was pregnant
with words
for you.
But
now
I realize
it was just
hot air all along
and our child is stillborn.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on a Communication Breakdown

We have long since
d
  i
   s
    c
     o
      n
       n
        e
          c
            t
             e
               d
                          -... ...- -
I'm willing to learn
Morse Code
if you are.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on Mixed Emotions

This is the longest I've gone
without feeling the sun
and I do and don't want
for this to go on.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on a Certain Prissy Quidnunc

Tell everyone but her
because she is Echo
and I wouldn't want
everyone to know.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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